Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.